Sometimes all it takes to trigger a memory is a scent or a flavor. Just one whiff or one taste can evoke a memory so vivid, so sharp, that you can almost reach out and touch it.
Today I took the kids to my parents house for a visit. Johnny ran around in the yard, played with the water jug, played in the sprinkler, scribbled on the driveway with Sidewalk Chalk, and had a blast with his new bubble gun (by the way, this is the best time of year to buy summer-type toys...everything is on clearance to make room for back to school inventory!). Maureen hung out with Busia and did not sleep.
I ended up leaving Johnny with my mom (during which time he proceeded to destroy her living room) and took Maureen with me to Walmart (*groan*) for diapers and catfood. People in Walmart are just as weird as in Safeway, because one woman thought Maureen was a boy, white dress and all, and another thought she was only 4 months old.
On the way home, a song I haven't heard for years came on, so I turned it up and sang along. It was "Your Mama Don't Dance," which was covered by 80's hair metal band extraordinaire, Poison, back in 1988. I was immediately transported back to the age of ten, and totally could picture myself dancing around in my room, listening to the song, probably on B104, playing on my blue boom box (dudes...do you remember B104??). And don't you know, I still remember all the words.
I'm rockin' out, singing the song, and I look out my window to see a convertible filled with college kids right next to me. And they are looking at me like I'm crazy. I immediately felt about 85 years old. Maybe it was the minivan? How do I go about pimping out my Sienna?
Today I took the kids to my parents house for a visit. Johnny ran around in the yard, played with the water jug, played in the sprinkler, scribbled on the driveway with Sidewalk Chalk, and had a blast with his new bubble gun (by the way, this is the best time of year to buy summer-type toys...everything is on clearance to make room for back to school inventory!). Maureen hung out with Busia and did not sleep.
I ended up leaving Johnny with my mom (during which time he proceeded to destroy her living room) and took Maureen with me to Walmart (*groan*) for diapers and catfood. People in Walmart are just as weird as in Safeway, because one woman thought Maureen was a boy, white dress and all, and another thought she was only 4 months old.
On the way home, a song I haven't heard for years came on, so I turned it up and sang along. It was "Your Mama Don't Dance," which was covered by 80's hair metal band extraordinaire, Poison, back in 1988. I was immediately transported back to the age of ten, and totally could picture myself dancing around in my room, listening to the song, probably on B104, playing on my blue boom box (dudes...do you remember B104??). And don't you know, I still remember all the words.
I'm rockin' out, singing the song, and I look out my window to see a convertible filled with college kids right next to me. And they are looking at me like I'm crazy. I immediately felt about 85 years old. Maybe it was the minivan? How do I go about pimping out my Sienna?
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Oh.my.God! I just about fell out of my chair laughing at this one. Or chould I say "Oh, my God, Becky, look at her butt!"? LOL
As long as you remember that that song (by Poison) and alll the other songs by all the other hair bands of the 80's (okay, ALL the songs from the 80's) are now considered OLDIES...
And that makes some of us OLD! We cannot claim to having been 10 years old when we first heard them...or danced to them at Junior prom...or fell in love for the first time to them.
I don't know how you'd pimp your ride, but I know how you feel!
Now THAT is funny! I remember before Trent was born, rolling up at a red light in my big as* Pilot thinking I was *it*. The other day, I pulled up next to some college guys, only to realize that my big as* Pilot is now covered in milk stains, has 2 Babies R Us sun guards on the back window and I was listening to a Ralph's World CD singing along with my boy. While I wouldn't change it for anything in the world... I did ask myself, "What happened to me???"
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